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Near the edge of the crowd, Dances with Humans stood, a half smile hovering about his face as he watched the goings on and listened to the words of Creation. Strange, he mused silently, how an unexpected exile could manage to open his mind. Not so long ago, he would have willingly thrown into into battle with most of the beings now milling and watching the show. But that was a lifetime away. He was here now and enjoying every moment. These gods knew how to party. And whatever it was that Creation was doing right now had the potential to turn into the Greatest Party Ever.

Skin prickling as light and life burst from Creation, Dances instinctively shifted to his battle form. Ignoring those around him, he threw back his shaggy head and howled. Though whether his howl was born out of joy or fear, even he didn't know. He was caught in a moment and howling just felt right.

Aris looked doubtfully at the spines. Spines inflicted piercing damage, which healed more slowly than a cut. Admittedly, if he just drug his arm along one it would tear open the skin, not cut it. He was pretty certain a tear healed faster than a cut, since the uneven surface sealed quicker and was less prone to splitting apart again if the limb was moved. A tear would just look more gruesome and be harder to control the depth and breadth.

The disappearing being that had brought the first phial was no help at all.

He scowled at himself, stealing a brief glance at Creation before turning back to the dragon and it's pointy bits.

Hesitation is weakness. It is failure.

He set the outer edge of his arm against the point of a spine and pushed while dragging down, opening the length of his Flexor Carpi Ulnaris down to his wrist. It didn't take long for blood to well and sheet his palm, making the task of getting it to drip from fingers into the phial a chore.

His mouth was full of saltwater and he felt like he wanted to vomit. It wasn't an option in front of all these gods, though. He was supposed to be some sort of amazing worthy mortal, and he was certain that something as 'simple' as this operation wasn't epic enough to make anything outside of stoicism excusable. "I hope someone has some bandages handy. Or a needle and thread."

Nashwa was pleasantly surprised when Two asked what was going on. Such progress! The katta smiled her approval and explained, "They are making a new sky, and those will be the stars. Those dragons you see, they are the Dragon Kings. I have not met one, myself, but as you can see, they are very important. And powerful."

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Xun Jiang was right; there was no way Adi could not have been here. And it was difficult to see the dragon who looked so like her dear friend, but it was better once he shifted into his dragon form. It wasn't so weird, and she was glad he did it, even if it had nothing to do with her. There was also plenty of distraction, fascinating and marvelous things happening and about to happen. Initially, she wasn't quite sure where to stand to watch, but settled on being amongst the mortals.

And then someone howled. Adi's head jerked up, to search out the source of the sound, and her jaw dropped when she saw it. A werewolf. There was a real werewolf here. She sidled surreptitiously through the crowd to get a closer look.

Now he was left with a gold-haired, hooved, tailed...obviously woman, and some fuzzy catwing bipedal things. He thought that the white, cow-spotted and horned one was female from the sound of it.

The brownish, butter-winged one (how did it even pretend to fly on those flimsy things?) was some sort of healer. Was it going to lick the wound closed? He wasn't sure he was comfortable with scratchy cat tongue. As it was, he gripped his forearm hard enough to white his knuckles the same shade his face was draining to.

"How does it work?"

Still in awe of the dragons, Priscilla watched closely to what was done. She could not see everything, but what she did see was amazing to her.

"Daddy and mommy would have liked this," she mumbled softly to herself. Biting back tears, she decided she was not going to cry this day. There was too much to be thankful for. She had her doll and a new pet that man had given her for the money. But most of all she had Arc and Taj and even Lisana had been nice to her for no reason.

It was then she spotted Numbers and moved closer to where he stood. When she finally managed to work her way through the people, she stood next to him. Reaching over, she took his hand before she began to watch the dragons again. They were much bigger this time than she had thought before and even though she was small, she could still see them clear enough. She wondered how big they would be if she were standing right next to them. Maybe later she would find out.

Lisana noted that Priscilla had moved away. She glanced over at Arlecchino to follow with the harpy boy. Zephyros had finally stopped squirming and was watching the glowing things with interest. He acted as if he wanted to be flying up there with them, but finally just settled on watching them closely.

"Let's go join Arc and Priscilla closer. I want to see more of what is happening there."

Stopping beside Priscilla, the goddess watched Arc for a moment. He was enjoying things and not far away she spotted Maddie and Taj as well as Saljin and Kayan. It seemed everyone had indeed come out to watch Harmodius give them back a sky and to see the dragons. The power here was incredible and she was quite certain that this was the most blessed place in the universe right now. People were full of hope once more and joy filled their hearts. What more was needed?

Two simply nodded in reply, though her understanding of what was going on was slim to none. They were gods, she reasoned to herself, so they were doing god things. The question seemed to have taken a lot of will to deliver, and for now, the elf did not speak, just watched the proceedings with interested, taking note of the great dragons and the jobs they were to perform, and the man who had been let for his blood. One hand moved subconsciously to cover her wrist, hoping that she would not have to do the same, though if they asked, she knew she would not be able to refuse.

The press of mortals around Neva grew as they jockeyed for position, all of them eager to be closer to to divinity and the veritable miracle they were awaiting. The chill around her was no longer sufficient to keep them away, and she pushed her way through them before they could close around her. For the most part, they seemed content enough to be shoved around, but did not part for her as they had only hours ago. The temperature around her decreased in direct proportion with her dwindling patience until the grass beneath her feet crackled with frost. The way before her was treacherous with the limbs of countless people, and she stumbled through them and into a tall, horned figure wreathed with living foliage.

"Apologies, kinsman," Neva said as she righted herself, offering this stranger a courtesy she wouldn't have bothered with if not for the divine connection she sensed they shared. "The mortals here are thick as flies on honey, and twice as mindless."